or death Certain casualty, amateurs Who all die before they learn to fight Ruthless commanders order them to rush Upon their imminent, abrupt ends Dying
We exist to destroy, fuck you all Fuck you all This prophecy unfolding, We have no time to wait The world is dead and rotting, A lifeless tomb remains
Don't fucking turn away [unverified] I think we've got a problem here You gotta stay off my back, I can't take another day in this prison Locked inside
I? (Nothing short of suicide) Burn the candle at both ends The options growing few Something's wrong, don't pretend (You must now decide) Mounting pressure, social breakdown A dying
The cold, dark wind, Penetrates with pain Across frozen fields On the edge of the Ardennes Black panzer tanks Turn white snow red Across the forest floor
on the backs of the poor Where the real world is buried beneath While tourists and business, partners in greed Devour the fruit of the land Starving and dying
On The Altar Stands A Priest With Bloodstained Hands, He Curses Himself In Denial Of What He Has Done, But The Worst Has Yet To Come, Within The Book
Who does the earth belong to? The human termites spreading lies. The people have to make a decision, but they're too busy dying to try and realize.
Don't look back, nothing's left but The blood-red text on the planet Earth's epitaph Here they lie, the human race They fucked themselves, and laid Earth
Forgetting promise made in the campaigns Voting down the line repeating all the talking points No desire to advance anything but stature Keeping up the
Disgraceful, the evil done by false prophets in God's name Profit from intimidating poor, lost souls into the flock Selling a grand facade, pompous posturing
Profits are the powermad's motivating force. Just a greedy aspiration to be fed. Put to the test, they'll fuck all the rest, till all their rivals are
Gods Of Life, Cast Into Waves, Bleed For The Maker, Drowning In His Faith, No Ressurection, Crush The Lifeless Spawn, Preview Of Tomorrow, Dying Dead
kill your mother and rape your dog! fuck these corporations and their fucking record stores, I don't want my fucking paycheck feeding money whores these
Lost my faith in justice Time does not heal this pain Defiled my existence Recurring nightmare There's no consolation The awful memories Constant mind
The face I'm beating with my fist Is pulverized and turned to shit So all that's left when he is gone Is skin and blood and pulp and bone This fucker
Provocation undeclared, like cowards they advance, attacking the unarmed Campaign of dishonor, calculated violence inflicted on civilians Narrow-minded
I feel the pressure, it boils in my veins there will be no praying, for peace, no sacrifice as I feel the burning, of hate, it's blinding me I just live
